Switching Sterek

Chapter 6

Hey guys!!!... Wow, it's been awhile. I haven't really updated AT ALL recently (obviously), mostly because this story hadn't really been getting any response, BUT NOW IT IS. So. I suppose I'll continue it:)

Okay, so this one is a bit longer than usual. I don't have a Beta so all mistakes are mine, and I don't own Teen Wolf or anything. I'm aware it can be a bit confusing at times, so if you have any questions, please feel free to ask!!!:)

"Now, we go have a nice chat with Deaton." 

Derek-Stiles raised his eyebrows, then slowly nodded. "Okay, let's go," he said carefully. He was obviously hiding something, but Stiles decided not to comment, and instead silently handed over his keys. To Derek-Stiles' confused look, he said, "It would look a bit suspicious if someone saw me driving you anywhere." Derek-Stiles nodded again, and together they headed for the Jeep.

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As they pulled up to the doctor's practice, Stiles saw that Scott's bike was not parked outside, which meant Stiles had been correct, Scott was with Allison. He sighed, and climbed out of the Jeep and started for the door. Derek gave him an inquisitive look, but kept silent, choosing instead to follow Stiles up the walk to the door. Stiles stopped, visibly unsure, before awkwardly knocking on the door. Derek gave him A Look, which only served to make him feel more awkward, as that look shouldn't be on Stiles face; it should be in Derek's. "Just go inside." Derek grunted. Or, he would've grunted, had it been Derek's voice he'd been using. With a huff, Stiles pulled open the door and marched in. "Deaton!" Stiles called out.  

"Just one moment!" Came the reply, sounding a bit muffled. Stiles shifted nervously, before turning around and sitting down in one of the little chairs on the waiting room. He was nervously tapping on his knees when Deaton finally walked in. Deaton took one look at Stiles-Derek fidgeting in the chair, and one look at Derek-Stiles standing perfectly and stoically still, and deduced what happened. "So, you've switched bodies." Stiles-Derek looked up with surprise, while Derek-Stiles nodded, seeming to be taking Deaton's immediate knowledge in stride. Stiles leapt up, "How did you know that?!" He exclaimed.  

"I've been around the block once or twice," Deaton said dryly. "I've also dealt with this on more than one occasion; the witch who undoubtably put this... curse on you is very fond of doing it to 'pretty little things' as she calls them." Stiles-Derek's eyes widened comically, before blushing a deep red. "Uh-umm, so uh I take it you know the cure to the curse?" Stiles stuttered, trying to (unsuccessfully) ignore part of the previous comment. Stiles knew he wasn't "pretty", if he was, surely he would at least have a girlfriend by now? Stiles glanced at Derek, and was even more thrown. Derek-Stiles' cheeks were flushed red, and the blush showed up even deeper on Stiles' pale skin. "Yes, fortunately, I do know how to reverse the curse," Deaton broke thru Stiles' thoughts. "Unfortunately, the process is very long, and very difficult. I'll start immediately, of course, but it could take up to two weeks just to get the supplies, and-" 

"Two weeks?!?! No no no, that won't do!!! I have a lacrosse game on Friday, and I can't go looking like this!!" 

Derek looked annoyed.  

"Really? We've switched bodies, and you're worried that you won't be able to play in the lacrosse game on Friday?? Does that really even matter? Aren't you second string, anyway?"  

Stiles drew back as if struck. He knew he was second string, he knew he wasn't important to the team, he knew Derek didn't particularly like him and he wasn't exactly part of the pack since he was human, but the harsh question still stung. "Well, yeah, but I mean..." He trailed off, still hurt. Derek must've seen something in his face, though, because a look flashed on his face which Stiles couldn't exactly read (again, really disconcerting, he couldn't even read a look on his own face!), and he started to say, "Look, Stiles, I didn't really mean-"  

"No, no, it's fine. It was stupid, I do suck and I know I have zero value to the team." Stiles cut him off. Derek still looked... Maybe worried? No, that wasn't it, but it was close, so Stiles figures he was probably just worried that if he got on Stiles' bad side, Stiles would tell Scott not to join Derek's pack or something. As if Scott consulted Stiles on that sort of thing anymore. Derek's brow was furrowed, and he opened his mouth again, but Stiles really didn't want to hear any false apologies, so he turned back to Deaton. "So anyway..." 

Deaton cleared his throat. "As I was saying, it'll take around two weeks to get the supplies, and it could take up to two months to complete the spell." 

Stiles' jaw dropped open. However, Derek beat him to the freak out. "What?!?" Derek cried. "No, no no no. No. I, I have a pack to maintain!! I'm the alpha!! I-I don't... I have to..."  

"Whoa, whoa buddy, calm down, it'll be fine. You're still the alpha." Stiles tried to sooth Derek, feeling a tiny bit smug that he hadn't panicked this much. "It's alright, we'll just explain to the pack! They'll understand, dude." 

"Don't call me dude." 

Stiles put his hands up in surrender. "Alright, okay, got it du-Derek. Look, just call a pack meeting or whatever, and well explain it to everyone!" 

Derek took a deep breath and shut his eyes tightly. When he released the breath, he straightened and turned to Deaton. "Is there anything we need to do?" He asked, his calm mask firmly back in place. Deaton offered him a small, sympathetic smile. "No, I'll have to do it all myself, I'm afraid. Just make sure you come back in two weeks so I can start to un-doing spell on you two." 

Both Derek and Stiles nodded in agreement. "Thanks, Deaton." Derek sighed tiredly.  

"Of course." Deaton replied looking like he wanted to say something else, but he glanced at Stiles. Stiles knew when he was in the way, and this was obviously one of those times. "I'll just step outside." He said a bit dejectedly. Derek was giving him another funny look, but he backed away out the door.  

Stiles turned, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked from the clinic door. He thought he could still feel Derek's eyes on his back, following him as he loped back to his Jeep, but he didn't turn around to check.